She grinned and felt the moisture between her legs increase to dramatic levels, however out of character this was for Trace, she couldn’t think of a...ything but, Sara’s tender touch on her soft tanned skin, and she had to have more!They move slowly into a darkened corner of the crowded dance floor, but always in sight of John, letting their bodies rub together, their hands exploring each other’s bodies discretely, each others hand brushing over their breasts, down their backs and over their pert. "Oh, Joe, I fuck anything with a penis attached to it, baby," Hilda informed him unashamedly as he got in one last lascivious grope of her inflated chest. "Now you better go be merry and quit thinking about your elfhood now. We can take care of your big candy cane again after Christmas. I put my phone number in your pants pocket, you dirty horny fucking Santa." I had fun, Miss Humper. Can we do this again sometime?" Joe inquired sincerely as he still gawked at her big bouncy boobs. "I mean,. Oh...I'm going to cum," he groaned."Not so fast," the woman pleaded, redirecting her milk to the floor."Can't help it," he cried, turning to empty his load into the toilet."What are you doing?" she nearly shouted. Reaching out she quickly turned him to face her again. On her knees, the cock bobbed on its own from her bust to chin. "This thing has a mind of its own. Are you going to cum without me even touching it?" she asked, incredulously."I...I think so," he replied, looking down at her. The. Perhaps that is why I have so much hidden respect for women in general and the feminine in particular. But I'd never admit it! Mum never seemed to need to discipline us and I cannot remember ever being smacked by Her. When She passed away it was as if a part of me had died too. I was about 23 years old at the time.Mum was the eldest of four sisters and had received some kind of religious so-called "blessing of womanly virtues" that always passed to the eldest daughter in the line.Mum apparently.